October 28, 2008

• Late Tuesday Night

  I totally forgot I was tagged by my friend Lori who asked me to list

  “Six unspectacular things about myself”

  (There are far more than SIX UN-spectacular things about me – but I’ll pick only six!!!)

  1. I’m the shyest person (you’ve ever met) in a crowd.  No kidding!!!  It doesn’t matter if I know every single person in the room or if it’s a stranger’s party where I know no one.  I’m mortified at the idea of making small talk.  I don’t make small talk well.  Not at all.  I make yackety-yack talk just fine with the people I know *when* it’s about a particular subject.  I just can’t talk to strangers or make small talk pleasantries.  I clam up!

  2.  I talk too much.   The antithesis of the problem listed in #1.  *IF* I know you, and there is a *topic*, then I can talk so much I realize you haven’t inserted a comment for a while.  Not because you haven’t had a comment, but simply because you were unable to get a word in while I prattled on and on.  Embarrassing?  Yes!  But, I’m working on this one.  Actually, it’s been a life’s work project for me.

  3.  I love to cook. I learned early on, while my room mates were satisfied with a can of green beans for dinner or elbow macaroni with a can of tomatoes poured over it (gag!) the two menu items left me cold.  I don’t cook because I love the hobby.  I cook because I love to eat.  And, I cook because we don’t have money to eat the kind of food I want to eat for dinner each night.  You might call my cooking, “Sunday dinner 7 nights a week.”

  4. I have to have the WHOLE picture.  I can’t work on a chapter in a book because you told me such and such needs to happen.  I need to know WHY and what happened first.  I need to know WHERE we will go from there.  AND, I need to know WHO knows WHO and WHEN they met.  In other words, I don’t do well on segments of projects.  That being the sole reason I don’t delegate well, either.  I don’t know what I’m doing next until I get to it!  It’s better for me to work like a race horse and do the whole thing myself.

  5. The older I get, the more I enjoy staying home.  I have always enjoyed staying home, even as a child.  I would have been perfectly happy to have been home schooled. Now that I am older, I’d never go anywhere except the grocery store and doctor’s office if I didn’t have children (with appointments) and a husband who HATES staying home.  He needs something “to do.”  I have lots “to do” when I stay home.   I don’t understand *his problem* – not at all!

  6.  I sing all the time.  Not particularly well, any more.  I sing in the shower, I sing at my desk, I sing in the car, I sing while doing my chores, and I sing until someone tells me “All right, already!  Enough’s enough!”  Did I really just sing “Don’t Cry for Me Argentina” a dozen and a half times?  Oops!  My bio Mom sang, so I sing.  I sing, so my next to the youngest daughter sings all the time, too.  I’d say it was genetic, but my second to the youngest is adopted.  I think it’s more like obnoxious than genetic!

  I tag Jen Dawne Amber Tina Jill and Lisa

  Now this is what y’all have to do:

  Meme terms & conditions:
  1. link the person who tagged you
  2. mention the rules on your blog
  3. list 6 unspectacular things about you
  4. tag 6 other bloggers

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